She hauled buckets of water until her shoulders ached, scoured the soot and burn marks in her grandfather’s kitchen until her hands blistered. At one point she scrubbed so hard she pushed through part of the wall that had burned away. Even after all her work, her grandfather came in as the sun was setting and declared that the kitchen was unusable until it received some repairs. Penny dropped the worn rag into the bucket of water at her feet and plopped onto the floor. After all, she couldn’t get any dirtier than she already was. “How will we cook meals?” “We’ll take meals over at the Whites’. Jonas won’t mind. I’ll turn over our eggs ’n milk to him to make up for what it’ll cost to feed us.” “Do we have to?” Sam asked gruffly, leaning against the door with arms crossed. His face was pink from being out in the sun. He hadn’t been his usual self since they’d left Calvin with Jonas and Breanna, and it worried Penny.
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